Growing up rural, we didn’t have lots of extra money, but my parents gave their children wonderful birthdays and Christmas’s. Presents consisted of both wants and needs, but more than that, the Dugan-Powell Christmas also consisted of (extended) family gatherings and church activities. Great Christmas memories!Sometimes we opened our gifts on Christmas Eve, but I remember one Christmas that we were going to open our gifts on Christmas Day. My younger sister and I shared one of two upstairs bedrooms. This didn't seem ideal when I became a teenager. With seven years between us in age, she was still into toys--lots of farming toys with animals--everywhere. But, sharing a room was necessary and wasn’t as bad as I thought at the time.
One Christmas Eve, during my teen years, my sister had a hard time going to sleep. This happened from time to time, but usually because she was scared or wanted a reason to sleep in my bed, instead of her own. This particular Christmas Eve, however, she was just too excited to sleep. More than once, I
“Is that Santa?” my little sister whispered.
I was just as surprised as she was and at first said nothing. Then I realized it must be our cat with her bell collar and took advantage of the opportunity. “Yes! Now go to sleep.”She closed her eyes and soon thereafter fell asleep (or she pretended well). And all thanks to our cat who decided to climb on the roof and give a little jingle of her bell collar. Anyway--I think it was the cat.